Page 72 of Pucking Bad Boys

My competitive nature can’t resist the urge to rise to that challenge. And taking Talia straight to pound town like a fucking caveman is the foolproof way of not delivering on my promises.

I take a step back and turn Talia around to face me.

So far, I’ve been keeping my kisses shallow and light. But the second I put my lips on hers, I press hard. Since the night of the party, all I’ve wanted to do is kiss her like I mean it. Again.

Talia responds to my pressure by opening up for me, and I think I’m not the only one who’s been dying to be alone together.

She matches every stroke of my tongue with one of her own, and it’s fucking perfect.

One of my hands goes to her throat, my fingers right over her pulse point. I don’t squeeze, I just keep her there. Anchoring us both for just a few moments.

Because with every brush of lips, every stroke of tongue, the need between us burns hotter and brighter, and I want more.

My other hand sneaks under the fabric of her top, traveling up until I find a soft, round breast.

I trace the perfect shape and then cup it, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her already taut nipple.

Talia’s breath hitches in my mouth and pinch the hard point between two fingers.

Her nipples harden even more, and so do I.

“Is this ok?” I ask, signaling my intention to lift her top over her head.

“Hmm.”

I think that’s a yes, but I want to be sure. “Use your words, baby. If I do something you don’t want or that doesn’t feel good, I need you to let me know. You’re not going to hurt my feelings, I promise.”

“Yes, Macklin.” She whispers. “It’s ok.”

Talia lifts her arms to help me lift her top over her head.

“Jesus.” I half-moan, half-groan when my eyes land on her naked chest. I love that she isn’t wearing a bra, one less barrier between me and her tits. “I’ve always imagined the way you would look and damn. You’re even more beautiful than my imagination could ever conjure. You’re perfect.”

“I’ve always wished they were bigger.” She says, lowering her eyes to her tits.

I cup both breasts, pushing them together and massaging them gently. “Are you kidding? They’re the perfect amount to fill my hands. And one day, if you let me, I’m going to fuck them and come all over them.”

Surprise washes over her face, and for a second, I think I might have gone too far.

“That sounds… hot.”

Her words spur me on, and I lower my head, taking one of her hard, pink nipples into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the stiff peak and then I can’t resist the urge to rake my teeth over it before sucking on it.

“Oh,” she gasps, pushing her chest closer to give me better access.

This is like a dream come true. I spend the next few minutes feasting on her perfect tits, alternating my attention between each breast.

“Macklin,” Talia’s hands find the hem of my t-shirt. “I want to see you too.”

I let her hoist my t-shirt up and over my head. Her eyes run down the length of my neck, over my chest and abs. I know she likes what she sees.

Like I did with her, I give her time to explore the top part of my body.

My skin breaks out in a scatter of goosebumps when she runs her fingers down my collarbone. “Is this ok? You have goosebumps.”

“They’re the good kind.” I reassure her. “I love your touch.”

That emboldens Talia, and she traces the lines of my chest with her lips.